The heavy pluck and drop of copper strings overtakes the sea of emerald blades in waves of melody and music crashing on to the shores of my ears.
Why not let the vibrations sweep my mind away and work me towards an ****** of relaxation. Making my toes curl as my worries and stress are gone in a giant release.
I lay now enveloped in a sun warmed flannel letting my fingers dance with the crowds of Daises standing so free.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
The heavy pluck and drop of copper strings overtakes the sea of emerald blades in waves of melody and music crashing on to the shores of my ears.
Why not let the vibrations sweep my mind away and work me towards an ****** of relaxation. Making my toes curl as my worries and stress are gone in a giant release.
I lay now enveloped in a sun warmed flannel letting my fingers dance with the crowds of Daises standing so free.
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